hathor and anubis have

awaked

their cold breath is

spreading

in the valley of kings a

slight breath

of disquiet the death is

near



a glaem of light falls in the

darkness

who dares to distrub the peace of the

godlike king?



eyes which hardly accustomed to the

darkness

see what for thousands years only could be

seen by ra's eyes



they desecrate the peace of

tut-ench-amun

blinded by gold and precious

stones

and only concerned about their

own glory

no-one observes the inscription on

the wall

that promises misfortune



for those who despise amon-ré and

his son...!



hathor and anubis have

awaked

their cold breath is

spreading

in the valley of kings a

slight

breath of disquiet the death

is near

the lord of the sun don't know any

mercy...!